“Do You think it matters if they're tiny or deep? he asked. Well, if they're not tiny breaths and they're not deep breaths, then they're just ... breaths. Then you're just breathing for the sake of ... breathing. ... Seize them. Feel them. Love them ...”
“Just breathe. Ten tiny breaths … Seize them. Feel them. Love them.”
“Ten tiny breaths … Seize them. Feel them. Love them.”
“Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.”
“The more we're connected to our chosen someone, the more we can pick up what they're feeling. It's instinctive, like breathing.""You can't hold your breath?”
“The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing...like molten gold. I could paint those..." He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful." -Bloodlines”